Chapter One: Change

The passing of Nana was quiet and the small and vibrant Italian lady died at home. She was not a youngster by any means, somewhere in her mid- seventies. Nana never really gave her age away. She just became tired and it was as if she was taken on a slow breeze, much like a leaf hovering - then just gone. Peacefully she closed her eyes and squeezed Rachel's hand as the coldness of death seemed to sweep her away. Her father had become quiet since then. That was when their secretive conversations had started.